The Story

There are three sides to every failed love story. When a relationship ends, there’s YOUR side, THEIR side.. and muddled somewhere in the middle is the TRUTH.

The real question is, why does anyone else in the world need to know it? My perception of the world and the life I lead is MY TRUTH. I could tell you how I see things. I could regale you with endless details of my experiences. You could wipe tears from my eyes and offer kind words, or criticize me and call me a fool. That’s a choice you make. That’s YOUR truth.

I’ve never asked anyone to live their life for me, so why is there the expectancy that I live my life for so many others ? Over the past year I’ve experienced judgement like never before. I’ve looked into the faces of people who think I deserve to suffer. I’ve smiled at people who’ve whispered insults behind my back. I’ve lost friends….people I truly loved… and for what? For living my truth? For choosing to rip my own heart out to stop the bleeding?

I’ve spent so much time telling myself that if only I could explain to everyone all the things that have transpired, they’d understand… that they’d see things my way. That’s never going to happen. That story will remain untold. There’s only one thing anyone needs to know, and upon hearing it, any judgement passed is of their own accord.

“It was death. I chose life.”

Borrowed from the words of Laura Brown in The Hours, that sentiment, however unsettling, rings true in my ears.

Would you really ask that I choose differently?